Crowleymass!

"Crowleymass, Crowleymass
See the little children at Crowleymass
Their faces full of awe

And they don't get no shitty dolls and trains and stuff like that
No, they just get the book of the law

Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass
Cause we're the heralds of Crowleymass!
I said
Don't give us no sass or we'll kick your ass
Cause we're the heralds of Crowleymass!

Well you can take your reincarnation, transsubstantiation and your papal kiss
Cause I'm with a beast in beastly bliss
And all I want is copulation!
Oh darling!
And there ain't no grace, there ain't no guilt
Cause this is the law, do what thou wilt
The name is Crowley, it rhymes with holy
It isn't Crowley, that rhymes with fouly, eeewww"

From David Tibet's "Crowleymass"